“Daddy,” Namine said, “my wheels are cold. Can you wheel me and carry that in at the same time?”
“Sure,” I said. “I bet I can do it if I try wheelie hard.”
Namine sighed.
“Okay, okay,” I said. “Just buckle up and unlock your brakes. I’ll grab your wheelchair and bring you around.”
Namine sighed again, louder. “Daa-aaad!”
“Oh, don’t worry about me,” I said, pushing her up the hill to our door. “I just hope I don’t get tired.”
Namine turned around to give me a withering glare. “Dad. No.”
I laughed. “No what?”
“No jokes, Dad, no jokes!”
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